Love is a many splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows in the early SpringLove is nature's way of giving a reason to be livingThe golden crown that makes a man a kingOnce on a high and windy hill, In the morning mistTwo lovers kissed and the world stood stillThen your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to singYes, true love's a many splendored thing

Love is a many splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows in the early SpringLove is nature's way of giving a reason to be livingThe golden crown that makes a man a kingOnce on a high and windy hill, In the morning mistTwo lovers kissed and the world stood stillThen your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to singYes, true love's a many splendored thing